An Eternity Moment on Walnut St. Bridge

An Eternity Moment on Walnut St. Bridge

"To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty." - Ralph Waldo Emerson 

The wooden river walkway sang

A groaning song of thawing frost

As we walked across. The boards were dark,

Heavy with mist as we slowly ranged

The river, hand in hand, lost

Both in direction and in coy remarks.

“It’s funny, the way our footsteps mark

The withered wood with a lively crunch.”

Your springtime eyes surveyed the bare

And brittle trees banking the water,

And as snowflakes nestled your hair, you launched

Into a passionate spiel to share

The ways that Winter reminded you

Of death, or something of the sort –

But I was lost, watching your eyes

Light up in evening light, the blue

Mist that accompanied your words,

Your hair assuming a dappled guise;
And in the midst of death I found my life.